It is Tricky

it is tricky, think of the sea

the oceans, think of lands

opening into space

we could tell you exactly how far they are

it is tricky, for some

melting like dust.

it is beautiful how clear you are

glowing amongst the ever spinning stars


like the moon we both can

see, the memories we share

veins broken, joined under mudded surfaces

it is tricky, and clear

you know how sailors come back to land

dreamers come back to their sleep

and souls come back to love

what is distance

the sound of a falling stone

it doesn’t echo,

sunk beneath the waters

it is tricky, how it does not matter

there could be another sky, a few more oceans

at least a couple of Americas

two or three Australias

Gloria Rossipoem